The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1887-11-19

wade her orchard.
Il called" said Jennie, s'to see if
you would give me some of your fruit
for our hospitals. l will see that it is
properly sent"
Miss Pipkins Strengthened herself up
sitter than ever, and gazed at poor
Jennie severely.
ut seems to me-" she said, ''that
you are only a triAe better than the
boys l just drove away. 1 sell my
fruit, Miss Cornell, and if your brother
and Others chose to go off ON such wild
business, l feel no call to beggar my
self to feed them upon dainties."
Jenny remembered that we are told
Cast not your pearls before swine"
and prudently held her peace and de-
parted. Her next call was upon Mrs.
Bolton, the busy mother of four little
ones.
"Why, yes" she said, II will be
very glad to give you some of my
canned fruit, and will at once put up
more for that purpose, the children
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row for the soldiers, wont you, dears?"
They eagerly assented, we'll pleased
that they were thought old enough to
help,
So it was through the day Jennie
met with varying success, and it was a
very tired girl who returned to her
home that night Still the result was
| gratifying, and the contribution to the
sanitary commission was large one
A letter received from Walter soon
after Thanksgiving shows that Jennie
did not neglect her brother in her
more extended work.
Your Thanksgiving box was royal
one. Your pumpkin and mince pies,
dear Jennie, had the familiar home
taste. l could almost fancy saw you
making them. had the captain and
some Of the boys share with me, and
they desire to thank you for the near
est taste of New England Thanksgiv-
ing they have had since the war be-
gam"
The winter had passed and Simon
had commenced the spring work One
morning he came in saying:
Il don know Whist to do, that Sam
Brown that promised to help me pillow
must needs go and join the soldiers;
WHATEVER ails all the b'ys."
'Tll help you, Simon" said Jennie,
land see if | can't turn as true fur
row as ever Mr.. Walter did.
You! By the powers these be
strange times" A remonstrance from
her delicate mother was silenced by a
kiss, and properly equipped, she soon
appeared in the field, where, after a
little practice she won great praise
from Simon. But the climax seemed
reached when one day Simon rush d
in, fairly shiyering with excitement,
and crying: "Oh, Miss Jennie, what
liver will l do; it's drafted l am, and
they do say must 90, whether l will
or no! promised Mr.. Walter to stay
by yees, ohone; l wish l had niver left
oUld Ireland"
1t proved that Simon's fears were
well grounded, and he marched away
a very reluctant defender of the flag.
"What will we do now?" queried
the invalid mother; "there is not a
man to be got in the neighborhood.
Il don't know yet, answered Jen-
ME, "but don't worry, mother mine;
l am the man of the house now, you
| know"
After search through the neighbor-
hood she announced as the result that
she had secured the services of Tom
Jones, boy who was considered to
have only half sense. Mrs. Cornell
thought him a poor dependence, and,
indeed, said he did not know enough
to be Of any use.
"Well," said Jennie, "it's the best
l can do, and he has more sense than
he gets credit for"
But with such inefficient help Jennie
was obliged to work great deal her.
self in the field and garden, and
though her cheeks were Drowned by
the sun, she lost nothing of her
womanliness nor of her beauty. The
summer passed, and Notwithstanding
all discouragements, affairs were in as
good condition on Jennie's little farm,
as on those of her neighbors.
One morning in the early autumn a
neighbor stopped at the door, calling
out, Here, Mrs. Connell, is your
paper l hain't read it myself yet but l
know you are always anxious for news,
so just brought yours along with my
own. Good morning"
Mother you read it first, while l
put the milk away" said Jennie and
singing a bright song she went to her
| work.
All, me; it was many day before she
sang again. Suddenly she heard fail
and rushing to the spot she found her
mother in a dead faint, with the paper
clutched in her hand. Hastily glanc-
ing at it Jennie read the news of
battle and in the list ofkilled she saw,
as in letters of lire, the name of Walter
Council. The necessity of reviving her
mother urged her to action, and so it
was in the days to come, her mother
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